by Paul C. Binotto
I must admit, I took the other road than he.
More trod perhaps, more free,
Of bramble, brush, and tangled ivy poetry.
But, still I managed to get lost,
(Lost time an extra cost).
The path drew off to the left, then right, crisscrossed.
Now straight-away I stood toe to toe,
To stubbled beardy moss.
Brow to chin, to chest, to knee, to toe,
Imposing, reposing, Mr. Frost.